Ashen Dragon-Chapter 489 - 408 No War on the Southern Front_2

Chapter 489: Chapter 408 No War on the Southern Front_2

Chapter 489 -408 No War on the Southern Front_2

At that time, Bauer was just an ordinary blacksmith apprentice. He had an agreement with Jenny, from the flower shop next door, that once he could manage the blacksmith shop by himself, they would get married.

He remembered that night, Jenny’s blushing face, her shy yet happy smile.

This scene was especially warm, in his eyes even more beautiful than Heaven. He could even smell the wildflower fragrance from her.

But in the next moment, explosions and smoke shattered this warm scene, making Bauer cry out.

“Ah——”

He continued to think further.

The merciless war disrupted everything. Soon, the young men in town were all conscripted by Thrace Kingdom’s officers, and Bauer was no exception.

“Jenny…”

“Is she okay now? I heard people say that Cassandra’s cavalry have also entered the eastern part of the Kingdom…”

“Maybe, maybe…”

Bauer couldn’t help but worry.

The air, filled with the smoke of gunpowder and fog, became hazy. He could taste the bitter taste of smoke on the tip of his tongue.

Bauer didn’t like the taste of smoke, but he liked smoking because it was one of the few methods to relieve stress on this battlefield.

Every time he exhaled smoke, he would feel refreshed, and his tense brain would get a moment’s rest.

“Damn it.”

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“Damn… war.”

Bauer took a deep inhale and suddenly realized that war had infiltrated every aspect of his life, leaving no stone unturned.

Even escaping reality, he couldn’t escape the shadow cast by the war.

With the progression of full-scale war, both armies appeared on each other’s territories, where burning, killing, and looting were common occurrences—Bauer was just an ordinary soldier on the Southern Front.

If there was anything that set him apart from other soldiers, it was that he had lived a bit longer.

He couldn’t change anything.

“Old soldier…”

A timid voice came through.

Bauer turned his head and saw a dirty, youthful face.

He wore a uniform a few sizes too big for him, with sleeves rolled up and wrinkled at the wrists.

That was Tommy, a new recruit, reportedly only sixteen years old, with such a distinctive baby face that everyone called him “kid.”

Bauer glanced at him.

“Kid, the smokes are all gone.”

Tommy shook his head, his expression serious: “No, I didn’t come for this. I just have a question that has been bothering me, and I want to ask you.”

“What’s the question?”

Bauer squinted his eyes, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said nonchalantly: “I’ve been on this battlefield the longest, feel free to ask anything. The more you know, the longer you’ll survive.”

“Busa, that poor fellow, knew quite a lot, but just had terrible luck.”

Tommy hesitated for a moment, then looked into Bauer’s eyes and softly asked: “Do you know… why we are fighting this war?”

Bauer’s eyes widened immediately. He didn’t expect Tommy to ask such a—strange question.

Tommy continued: “My father told me that the Holy Fadlan Federation was once united, whether Thrace People or Cassandra People, they were all proud Imperial Citizens.”

“But now, we are killing each other, why is that?”

“My father said that Audis betrayed the great Sun God and became an Angel Envoy of Hell. His Majesty Wilhelm is here to stop him.”

The surrounding soldiers had already gathered, interested in their conversation. After all, there was little entertainment on the battlefield.

Bauer didn’t know.

He didn’t care about the cause of the war, nor did he care about its significance. He just wanted to survive, return to his town, and marry Jenny.

Bauer initially wanted to shake his head to indicate that he did not know, but for some unknown reason, he suddenly remembered a “joke” he had heard from an officer.

So Bauer replied meaningfully: “The old Emperor left a chair made of gold. His Majesty Wilhelm wants to sit on it, and that wicked demon Audis wants to sit on it too, so…”

At the end of his words, he deliberately dragged his voice to sound mysterious.

Tommy was stunned: “That’s the reason for the war? So many people dying, so many losing their homes, all for a chair?”

“So—what does that have to do with us!”

“It’s just a joke! No matter how hard we fight, we’re merely fighting for a chair for those higher-ups.”

Bauer smoked until only a small finger-sized butt was left, then sighed with satisfaction.

“I…”

Realizing he was being ridiculed, Tommy’s face turned red with anger. After a while, he finally squeezed out one word.

“Hahaha!

“He’s really just a kid!”

The soldiers burst into laughter.

“Kid, try to stay alive. No matter what happens to the Sun God in the sky, being able to see tomorrow’s sun is enough for me.”

Bauer stretched, patted the dust off his uniform, and said this.

He talked about war, but at this moment, what emerged in his mind was Jenny’s blushing cheeks—the future he yearned for.

In the distance, the crisp sound of gunfire, the rumble of cannons, still echoed continuously.

At this moment, Bauer, Tommy, and the many soldiers laughing happily had no idea that their unit, being on the Southern Front and close to the Holy City, had been selected by General Miseael Benacerlaf as a reinforcement force.

And they were about to head to the most brutal “meat grinder” — the Holy City Battlefield.

The lively people, who were laughing and joking, had no idea how many of them would return alive from there.